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Domo Arigato Gozaimasu Nihon - Thank You Japan

First, I apologize.  It's almost been a week since my last post, and life certainly has a way to take me over. 

Arigato Gozaimasu - Thank You
We have many commitments, many places where we have promised our time and energy, and when sickness sets in for me or anyone in our home, life pretty much stops....for little while anyway.

Thankfully, the illnesses are down to minor colds, and as of yesterday, I am off the meds to treat a sinus infection.  But that's not all.  It's re-enrollment time at school, and every March we face the same uncertain future in debate...Can we swing yet another year's worth of financial commitment to our Catholic school, for four children.

It's a stressful time, it's uncertain, and I have to say, that security is something I thrive on.  Any insecurity, and I tell you, life just isn't right.  With the children unaware of our finessing the budget, we work to keep that calm and peace that assures the children all will be well.  But for me, inside, my heart sinks to think that we'd have to leave a school we've come to absolutely love.

While trusting God's plan can be difficult, in times like this, I have to make an actual mental decision to let it all go, to trust HH and God to lead us where we are meant to be.  Yesterday morning was spent with hours passing me by, as I made mental notes of alternative plans.  Then out of the blue, Babe came by me to play with a puzzle and asked for my help.

What a God send.  I sat on the floor with him and put Thomas the Train back together, and it was if God was showing me what I really needed to worry about...and it was this boy, asking for his mother.  This one puzzle was then followed by another, and another, and yet a few more books to pass the time.  After he had all he needed from me, he left to find another interesting toy.  I stood up from the floor, and with my knee cracking, I smiled to myself. 

Yes, this is exactly where God wants me....learning to trust Him, all the while taking care of His precious gift of Babe.

When naptime arrived yesterday, I turned on the news to hear of Japan and my heart sank yet again.  The images flashing across the screen brought tears to my eyes, as I could only imagine how the people there were handling all that is before them.  How I felt so self-centered, focusing my morning on how to make ends meet!  And how many Japanese people have not only lost their homes and possessions, but their very lives!

I know Japan.  When I was twelve, we as a family, moved there and lived there for four years.  You get to know the culture, the people, the language, the way of life.   While I know Japanese people to be resilient, and the fact that they will rebuild and probably be a stronger nation for it, this time of suffering must be torture for them.

Earthquakes and tsunamis tend to put life into perspective.  Thank you Japan, Arigato Nihon.  Your nation once again reminds us....what's truly important.

We have air in our lungs, a roof over our heads and a fridge full.  Each child under my roof is a gift of life that we don't deserve.  Each day that we wake up, warm and rested, is a day that we didn't ask for, but were gifted anyway.  Each night that we kiss our little ones to bed is a privilege that all too often is taken for granted.

Today, kiss someone you love.
Tell them you are glad to have them, and to hold them, and to see their face.

The world is complicated enough, we don't have to make matters worse by stressing about the little things. 
For the people of Japan, God hears your cries, and weeps with you.  He will see you through, He always does.

Lord, give them comfort, give them strength.  Give the Japanese people a chance to find you, and seek you out, to trust in your will, in your love and in your providence.

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